Y’know while we are running around like dogs, chasing our own tails, on this racial crap. It might be time to make changes, b’sides the flag thing. I don’t think white people should be trying to dance like black people. Stop it! Stick to your Lawerence Welk Poka’s and waltzes on Public Telvision. Another thing that you should drop is that repulsive country line-dancin that you do and just try and be yourself. Be proud! Be white! Be lame and get the ____ off the dance floor.
Driving by the bank, 9:14 A.M. and the electronic temperature sign is reading 91* and I think to myself … “That aint bad.” Then it occurs to me, how strange it seems that a temperature of 91* early in the morning feels quite “comfortable” opposed to the extreme heat we have been suffering thru here lately.
This morning, I am following some earth mover down a city street, huge machine, no tail-lights, no headlights, no flashers, no scout car. Why is it I have to buy $1,200.00 a year worth of insurance before I get a tag and am allowed to drive, when this thing goes down the road with absolutely nothing?
Here is another one, come to think of it. “I have seen people drive on out of state plates for years and obviously never give a thought to getting Oklahoma plates, off topic but it pisses you off, does me anyhow.”
We major in minor things in this country, that is our problem.
What we basically need to do is stop worry about whether or not Chick Fillet is going to serve a homosexual or marry one and get back to business. (Perhaps someday soon, UFO’s will land on our planet and we can tell them that all these whiny people who just cannot stand it because they are unabashedly different from the rest of society, taste just like chicken and maybe this problem will be solved)
Today we are going to (bash or rant) talk about insurance.
A friend of mine called recently and he was hit by an illegal driving a car without insurance, and the other driver did not have a valid Oklahoma Drivers Lic. More than likely the name he gave will turn out to be bogus too. (Which really doesn’t matter, he will just change it to another Spanish surname and keep right on trucking) My buddy however is now out of a car, or at best, going to have to figure out a way to pay for the damages and his medical.
So here we go, climbing back up on the soapbox, here it is.
We need to write an ordinance or law, stating that if a driver is pulled over by law enforcement and is not able to provide proof of Insurance, the car is towed. Only one of every five car owners (from Mexico) in Oklahoma have insurance coverage and only one out of every three even bothers to get a lic.. This doesn’t let Okies or Caucasians off the hook either, you operate a motor vech. and you are not up to snuff … You lose it.
Pretty simple really.
When stopped for a violation and it is determined they are not up to date on either, we should take the car. Don’t write them a ticket and allow them to drive off, call a wrecker and impound it right then and there. To retrieve the car after being impounded, they must show proof of insurance to have the car released and/or valid drivers lic..
This should make it easy for any city in America to remove uninsured cars from our streets. The impound lots will begin to fill up quickly and could possibly be full after only nine or ten days. I would even venture to guess that something like 80% of the impounded cars are most likely going to be driven by illegals.
Now this has gone on long enough.
It is time for law enforcement to insist on proof of insurance or impound the car. And to have their car released, they should have to pay for the cost of the tow, a $350 fine, and $20 for every day their car is kept in the lot. One other thing, “drop this Spanish written drivers test and get rid of the translators. I want the person behind me to be able to READ ENGLISH. If the sign says … Traffic stopped ahead or something to that effect.”
Accident rates should go down almost immediately … This solution gets uninsured drivers off the road WITHOUT making them show proof of nationality. Which will really irritate all the PC crowd and the do-gooder cry babies who scream profiling. I Wonder how the ACLU or the Justice Department will get around this one. Just brings tears to your eyes doesn’t it?
So that is it for today, eight hundred words on how to solve a problem. My total word count for August is off to a good start. Think of me sitting in my lawn chair, watching the sun slowly disappear on the horizon and have pity on my poor twisted and tortured soul.
I do not know what is the latest. I do not know what is new and improved. I do not know what is available for only a short time. All I know for sure is that I am sick of the above and of course Chicken Fillet and all that stooooopid media crap.
Such is my lot in life. Now if you will excuse me, I am going back to my daydreams of the beach, summer time is a good time to go to the beach.
I wonder if it is cooler there?
Have a great weekend, and of course, stay hydrated and in the shade.
A sampling of what folks have been reading at Creative Endeavors this week:
We’re having a heat wave, a tropical heat wave … American’s are sweltering in the heat and there seems to be no relief in sight. No power and what is on line, is severely strained to the point of brownouts, I believe they are called “rolling black outs” now. This is what happens to a country that sits back and ignores its infrastructure and invests all of its resources in wars and defense of enemies that somehow never seem to materialize.
Speaking of defense, I have it on good authority, that the last soldier in the War on Drugs died this week ….. Of old age.
We desperately need to prioritize our goals and do a little internal house cleaning in this country … that is … If there is time left for us to do that what needs to be done. We are almost to the point of not knowing c’mere from sick ’em. This latest boon-doggle from the U.S. Supreme Court is a fairly good indicator.
For the first time in a long, long while the inflow of illegals into this country has ceased, it is now a negative number. This could be because of the new policy of posting huge billboards along the U.S. – Mexican border displaying job statistic’s in English and Spanish on this robust economy we are now suffering … uh … living in.
To help save the economy, the Government will announce next month that the Immigration Department will start deporting seniors (instead of illegals) in order to lower Social Security and Medicare costs. They figure that o lder people are easier to catch and will not remember how to get back home. I started to cry when I thought of some of you. Then it dawned on me … I’ll Probably see you on the bus!
What else we got?
Let me see …
Johnstown, PA (GlossyNews) – Local and state police scoured the hills outside rural Johnstown, Pennsylvania, after reports of three animal rights activists going missing after attempting to protest the wearing of leather at a large motorcycle gang rally this weekend. Two others, previously reported missing, were discovered by fast food workers “duct taped inside fast food restaurant dumpsters,” according to police officials. ”Something just went wrong,” said a still visibly shaken organizer of the protest.
“Something just went horribly, horribly, wrong.”
The organizer said a group of concerned animal rights activist groups, “growing tired of throwing fake blood and shouting profanities at older women wearing leather or fur coats,” decided to protest the annual motorcycle club event “in a hope to show them our outrage at their wanting to use leather in their clothing and motor bike seats.”
“In fact,” said the organizer, “motorcycle gangs are one of the biggest abusers of wearing leather, and we decided it was high time that we let them know that we disagree with them using it, ergo, they should stop.” According to witnesses, protesters arrived at the event in a vintage 1960’s era Volkswagen Van and began to pelt the gang members with balloons filled with red colored water, simulating blood, and shouting “you’re murderers” to passers by. This, evidently, is when the brouhaha began.
“They peed on me!!!” charged one activist.
“They grabbed me, said I looked like I was French, started calling me ‘La Trene’, and duct taped me to a tree so they could pee on me all day!” Still others claimed they were forced to eat hamburgers and hot dogs under duress. Those who resisted were allegedly held down while several bikers “farted on their heads.”
Police officials declined comments on any leads or arrests due to the ongoing nature of the investigation; however, organizers for the motorcycle club rally expressed “surprise” at the allegations. ”That’s preposterous,”said one high-ranking member of the biker organizing committee. “We were having a party, and these people showed up and were very rude to us. They threw things at us, called us names, and tried to ruin the entire event. So, what did we do? We invited them to the party! What could be more friendly than that?
You know, just because we are all members of motorcycle clubs does not mean we do not care about inclusiveness. Personally, I think it shows a lack of character for them to be saying such nasty things about us after we bent over backwards to make them feel welcome.” When confronted with the allegations of force-feeding the activists meat, using them as ad hoc latrines, leaving them incapacitated in fast food restaurant dumpsters, and ‘farting on their heads,’ the organizer declined to comment in detail. “That’s just our secret handshake,” assured the organizer.
You want to put me on a bus? Hey, I got one all picked out.
Where do I sign up?
Cartoons courtesy of American Progress.org
We ate Chinese today, there is a little place on the south side of town, been eating there for 15-20 years. We have watched the owners’ children grow up, go thru school and on to college, seen the place change decor a couple of times over the years. We have been good, steady customers of this nice small restaurant for quite a long time.
Because we had moved to the country, we had not eaten there in a couple of years, and as luck would have it, today we found ourselves there in the midst of the lunch crowd at a little booth in the back of the room. The food as always was super and we were hungry so it made for a good mix. In some ways, it was almost like before, old home week, call it what you want.
Except for one thing, and that is this.
“No one in the room was speaking English, the entire restaurant had been taken over by people of Mexican and/or Hispanic origin. And no one was speaking the King’s English. Which is, if you are like me, a person who doesn’t speak the language or understand Spanish, well, it was just a lot of noise. Unfortunately, it kind of took away from the meal and it was upsetting.”
It appears that I am now officially in the minority in this country, a white, tax paying member of society. I am also slowly but surely being run out or pushed aside by more than one race of people who were not born here. Mexican’s and Asian’s are now the two fastest growing segments of our society in America. They are also a lot different from what I am used to.
The Mexicans are proud of their country, culture and lifestyle and try to preserve it as much as possible even when they are living anywhere other than Mexico. The Mexican Americans however don’t have to make much effort as the neighboring countries have quite a lot in common.
So, the Mexican American culture is a blend of the culture of both countries, while distinctly being Mexican. This cultural blend stands out amongst many other ethnic groups living in the USA. Now on the other hand, the American Culture, such as it is, fragmented, diverse, and very much mixed, doesn’t stand much of a chance of survival in this day and age.
Mexicans while very big on family life (the center of their culture really) are doing well and thriving. While on the American side of the scale, they are divorcing in record numbers and the family unit is quickly disappearing in this country.
A lot of these people are being provided benefits for free, all they had to do is show up. I had to serve six years in the military in order to qualify for some of mine (the very few I have left). Most of us had to go to school, graduate and learn a skill before going to work. All they had to do is cross what was or is basically an open border. The truly sad thing is the way they are exploited by those who hold the purse strings, and often, entered into almost involuntary servitude (wage slavery) by American businessmen.
Only a few pay taxes, in my home state only one in five bother to purchase car insurance, they quickly sign up for social programs and assistance, not only for themselves, but their entire family. In other words, they don’t play by the rules, take more than they give back. Now I know that sounds harsh, but it is a proven reality in this country and has been this way for a long time.
You know, if you take a frog and dump him in a pot of hot water, he will jump right out. But take the same frog, place him in a pan of cold water, then apply the heat slowly just a little at a time, and he will stay in the pot until he dies.
“Because you changed his environment, a little bit at a time, not all at once.”
Same thing here. Inch by inch, slowly but surely, the fabric of this country is being re-arranged. The signage is slowly shifting to Spanish first and English second, one milepost at a time, this country is going down the tubes (the America that I grew up in and loved).
Today, while sitting in this noisy crowded little restaurant it came home to haunt me. I am slowly becoming a stranger in my own land, and of course, I resent it. This is no longer an immigration issue, this is colonization of a country, plain and simple.
And I honestly feel I have to wonder about this one simple fact of life.
In the end, will there be any room left for me?
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Titles are often a hard part of blogging, what do you call something, that is just barely a whisper in your mind? Things are slowly returning to normal, on this, the last day of 2010. I see the most popular post is once again, “Bikini’s Why Men Are Pigs” is #1, which really blows me away. Why this one little post is so important, so popular, amazes me.
I read in the paper this morning that some idiot is suing WalMart for hitting a light pole in the parking lot. Hard to believe, but he is claiming that WalMart put it there as a hazard and it is causing him untold grief, blah-blah, yadda-yadda. You know these people who tie up the court systems with these blatantly frivolous lawsuits ought to have to pay a price for inconveniencing the rest of us.
Let say if you bring suit on a frivolous issue and the court, the judge or the jury decides it is a no brainer and throws it out, then you “automatically” should have to serve sixty days in the county jail. That would stop a lot of this non-sense.
I am sitting in the cafe this morning writing this on my laptop and the din is terrible. Even though I am tucked back into the farthest corner of the place, I can almost hardly hear myself think as my mother used to put it. It is not a noise of people celebrating the holiday or the beginning of the day, it is the noise of a foreign language being spoken. Here lately no matter where it is that I go, I cannot seem to escape it.
Let’s face it, if you are not fluent in any language other than English, then all of this in the background, breaks down to noise, nothing else.
Most likely it will get worse before it gets better, we have it seems, turned over the keys to our house to the invaders and they are outnumbering us about three to one. Just this week I came across a blog that had a poster on it that said, “Get rid of the I word” that word being illegal.
Immigrant is an “I” word, and this year, 55,000 to 60,000 new people will be allowed into the United States “legally.” It is even being suggested now in some circles, that those of us who are only proficient in English would benefit by learning a second language (Spanish). No one blends in anymore, we are no longer the “melting pot” nation. These days if you come to America, you do your best to make it a satellite of the place you recently left. And to make matters worse, our elected officials make it easier to do this year by year.
You can however take solace in the fact that you are not alone. Canada our neighbor to the north is paying the price for a huge flaw in their immigration policies. That’s due to generous support for family reunification, the country is now being overrun by immigrants who’t can’t speak English or French.
Anyone who marries a Canadian can get in. As a result, a scandalous spousal industry” has sprung up, enticing desperate Pakistanis or Somalis to pay their entire fortunes in dowry money to get their children into Canada.
After the kids get in, then the aged parents are then brought to Canada “ not because of family concerns, but because the parents will collect old-age pensions. The United States has a similar policy, if you are illegal, but your child being born here is legal, when the child reaches the age of 18, then you are automatically legal.
Much like the United sates, the courts, hospitals, and social services in Canada now struggle to meet the needs or accommodate the new arrivals. Perhaps we can all learn from those people down under, the Australians.
Australia, which has a strict English proficiency requirement for all immigrants and doesn’t automatically let in a citizen entire extended family. Australia “tells immigrants that if they miss their elderly parents, they should buy a plane ticket home.
Now that sounds pretty harsh I have to admit. But without language skills, an immigrant is cut off from mainstream society. Which is not a great way to live, whether it be here at home in the States or Canada. By accommodating them instead of “educating them” we are not only crippling them, but we are doing the same to the United States too.
Have a Safe and Sane New Year … See you on Monday.
THIS IS THE EMAIL OF THE WEEK, I RECEIVED IT FROM ALABAMA OF ALL PLACES.
A new state law passed today in Oklahoma, 37 to 9, had a few liberals in the mix, an amendment to place the Ten Commandments on the front entrance to the state capitol. The feds in D.C., along with the ACLU, said it would be a mistake. Hey this is a conservative state, based on Christian values…!
Guess what …….. We did it anyway.
We recently passed a law in the state to incarcerate all illegal immigrants, and ship them back to where they came from, unless they want to get a green card and become an American citizen. They all scattered. Hope we didn’t send any of them to your state. This was against the advice of the Federal Government, and the ACLU, they said it would be a mistake.
Guess what …….. We did it anyway.
Yesterday we passed a law to include DNA samples from any and all illegals to the Oklahoma database, for criminal investigative purposes. Pelosi said it was unconstitutional.
Guess what ….. We did it anyway.
Several weeks ago, we passed a law, declaring Oklahoma as a Sovereign state, not under the Federal Government directives. That, for your information, makes Oklahoma and Texas the only states to do so. Guess what …… More states are likely to follow. Louisiana, Alabama, Georgia, both Carolina’s, Tennessee, Kentucky, Missouri, Arkansas, West Virginia, just to name a few.
Should Mississippi act, so will Florida. Save your confederate money, grab yo’ Dixie Cups, it appears the South is about to rise up once again.
The federal Government has made bold steps to take away our guns. Oklahoma, a week ago, passed a law confirming people in this state have the right to bear arms and transport them in their vehicles. I’m sure that was a set back for the Kennedys and Ms Pelosi.
Guess what ……. We did it anyway.
By the way, I imagine Mr. Obama does not like any of this.
Guess what …. who cares … were doing it anyway.
“The cartoon courtesy of Center for American Progress” (online)
I don’t understand why Runway Models walk the way they do.
I don’t understand how a black cow, can eat green grass, under a blue sky and produce white milk.
I don’t understand the phrase … Settle your tax debt for pennies on the dollar … Why are we not allowed to send in pennies … instead of dollars?
I don’t understand why Radio Shack wants my name and address to sell me batteries.
I don’t understand where all the overweight people are on television sitcoms … all the people in the background are always perfect, and extremely attractive, no one is overweight or obese.
I don’t understand this “New American Democracy.” Politicians equating dissent with treason.
I don’t understand why all the women on TV, not just a few, but all of them, want to have sex. And my wife doesn’t.
I don’t understand what is so glorious or patriotic about a picture of a G.I with a rifle in his hands.
I don’t understand media fiction and internet truth. The worst journalistic judgment of the year. Time Magazine’s pick of Man Of The Hour … ABC’s Person of the week.
I don’t understand … “They found the victims charred and burned body in the gutted car” and police “suspect foul play.” Why three time offenders are paroled and put back on the street.
I don’t understand how someone on television grabs his passport and goes to Tahiti and the average American has to wait for a passport six to twelve months.
I don’t understand people that call you with their number blocked (Private) and most always never leave a message, then complain when you do not call them back.
I don’t understand why we park on the driveway .. but drive on the parkway.
I don’t understand the National obsession with football, pro or otherwise.
I don’t understand why anyone in their right mind would want the name P. Diddy, and I don’t understand why anyone would want the old name … Puff Daddy.
I don’t understand … Britney Spears.
I don’t understand federal intervention and mandatory forced busing of students. This is a social study that did not work and is an utter failure. Why are so many kids bused to school in this country each day, especially when fuel supplies are in short supply.
I don’t understand why those amongst us, the Politically Correct Do-Gooders insist on hyphenating everyone when we are all Americans.
I don’t understand why the media would refer to the tragedy of 9-11 as New York’s’ best moment.
I don’t understand why the do-nut shop gives me a receipt for do-nuts, I am not bringing it back.
I don’t understand why we are selling off American infrastructure to foreign investment.
I don’t understand why more Afghanistan women are shoppers … There is a target on every corner.
I don’t understand how a turnpike built with tax payer funds and subsidized and maintained using tax dollars, can be sold by the governor of a state. Isn’t this “public property?” Who gave him the right to sell it to an Australian concern for the next 75 years.
I don’t understand:
Our home has had two garbage disposals, two dish-washers, two heating units, three hot water heaters, just as many air conditioning units …. But after all these years … the same original doorbell.
I don’t understand how a small country (Iceland) can run all of their cars, buses and trucks on Hydrogen fuel, but in the USA this technology is 20 years away.
I don’t understand how the government can track down a sick cow with mad cow disease, but cannot locate 22 million illegal aliens. Perhaps it is time to give each illegal a cow when they come across the border.
I don’t understand how any country in good conscience can spend some $10 billion a month fighting for a middle east country who’s citizens won’t even stand up and defend itself and allow little children to go to bed hungry here at home.
I don’t understand why they are allowed to pocket $80 billion in oil revenues, and we go bankrupt feeding and maintaining them on a daily basis.
I don’t understand why if the earth’s core is molten lava, hotter than the asphalt on a Texas Two-Lane in Mid July, then why aren’t we drilling into it and producing geothermal heat for our country’s energy needs.
I don’t understand how T. Boone Pickens can imagine the USA as the “Saudi Arabia of Wind Power” when we don’t have the electric lines in place to move anything generated.
I don’t understand why Germany has miles and miles of solar collectors alongside their interstate highways, producing cheap, reasonable electricity and all we have are fast-food joints and truck stops.
Show me a road, where I might go, show me the place where I might hide out for a season or two. A gentle place, where things make sense, where they are no poisoned darts, where heartaches do not abound.
Show me this road and take me south … To a place, where I might understand.